Soundless Book Novels & Stories

POV: Lila (primary), Kehra (where breath listens), Maximus (withholding nothing), Elora (rituals that bloom backward), Thread (the shape that waited) Lila The first sound was not birdsong. It was the hush after a gap in the rhythm, like the field had turned its face gently toward something unspeaking. A pause so intentional it felt like touch.

Kai: The Royal lounge is quiet, too dreadfully quiet for my srambling mind. Even the fire seems to burn without sound, flames bowing low in the black-marble hearth as if the room itself is holding its breath. I sprawl in the corner chair, boots kicked out, a book open across my knees but unread. Ancient Fae script blurs into meaningless spirals. The prophecy fragment I found won’t stop humming behind my eyes— When silence screams and stars descend…

Silence hung heavy in the room. Lost in her thoughts, Elaine barely caught Jasper's reply. "Haven't you known this for a while? How many times must I say it for you to get it?" His tone was even, devoid of any emotion. He caressed her cheek tenderly and called her by her pet name. "Ellie, I truly have no feelings left for you. "Not even a shred of guilt, you know?"

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

Even the simple motion made the lines of his forearms stand out; sinewy, and something that even made strong an understatement. Elysia's eyes were locked on it, he was sitting with her, so why was she just noticing it now? As he flipped through pages of the book he picked earlier on, his chest rose and fell steadily, wide and solid, giving him a presence that filled the room without a word. It was truly intimidating. “Here,” he slowly ran his hand through a line in the book that said: ‘work in silence, and let the success speak.’ “I've written a lot of books but I don't think it was going to be a bang so I sold them,” he closed the book, heaving a sigh. “Well, it turned out to be a very good

The dark night had fallen. Around us, the chirping of crickets filled the silence, their song weaving through the darkness that enveloped the forest where we stood. It was quiet—deeply, almost unnervingly quiet. A gentle breeze began to stir, causing the old windows of the cabin to creak and groan as if whispering secrets long forgotten.

Dabby: “Some names just disappear and the smart move is not to ask why.” Marcus: “I’ve watched enough of these cycles. You notice, you shut up, you scroll on.” Lilian: “The siblings were loud for about forty-eight hours. Then nothing. Message received.” Jas_miinnn❤️: “Fear is more effective than any cease-and-desist. Everyone knows it.” DeeForexGuy: “Money and reach buy a particular kind of quiet. Respect it or join the quiet.” Angela22: “I used to comment on everything. Not this family. Not anymore.”

My feet seem to move by themselves and before I knew it, I was standing behind her. Scanning over the contents on the pages I felt my body react. Clearing my throat, I look away and she jumps in response, a soft shriek escaping her lips. "Atlas." "Sensei!" Her face goes blank and she snapped the book shut. The cover catches my eye and I smile as realization sets in. "So that's what you read in school, Ms. Winters?" She glares at me before looking away.

And for just a moment—the flood stopped. The pages of the giant book curled backward like flapping wings. The bloody image of Camela on the first page screamed as its face split open into a thousand cracks. The whispers grew louder than ever before—desperate and furious this time: “You chose silence. Then silence shall be your fate.” Every book in the library slammed shut simultaneously with a sound that thundered like bones breaking apart. And then—darkness. A total, smothering, and overwhelming silence enveloped them both.

The Voices They Left Behind Darkness settled over the chamber with such complete certainty that Serena could no longer distinguish the towering bookshelves surrounding her from the stone walls beyond them, and for one suspended heartbeat she became acutely aware of every small sound inside the mountain—the quiet breathing of the people standing beside her, the faint rush of underground water flowing somewhere beneath the floor, the gentle creak of ancient timber adjusting to movements that had not disturbed it for decades—until the soft laughter of an elderly woman drifted through the darkness once again, warm enough to erase every trace of fear before it had the opportunity to take root.